[ Contented Mountie noises are us. His hands had at last relaxed in Ray's hair, not knotted nearly as tightly as before. As Ray sank down beside him, his right arm slithered lower, taking Ray's weight across it as his partner pressed in against his neck. His other still pawed gently at the long, gel free strands, letting the sensation of them tumbling through his fingers distract him from actual thinking.
Fraser was truly exhausted, but he knew he'd sleep the sleep of the dead if he let himself go, and they couldn't afford to lose the entire afternoon. Instead he lifted his head and tried to pay a little more attention to the world around him. He was lying in Ray's bed, staring at Ray's ceiling, surrounded by Ray's furniture. He hadn't come more than six steps into his apartment before, certainly hadn't moved through the door to invade his bedroom; he'd never been in this room, and he would have never have laid himself out on Ray's bed even if he had. It was an entirely new perspective to have, to be surrounded by everything that was Ray, and somehow feel like he belonged there too. He was a part of it now, a belonging of Ray's, a something just like the trinkets on the shelf.
That feeling made him very happy, very warm and happy and sleepy and--
His eyes had shut. He snapped them open again sharply and huffed as he heaved himself up onto one arm, bringing the other down to settle on Ray's ribcage. No more headpetting here. But he leant in and mouthed a wet kiss to the sandpaper of Ray's chin, and tried to get a better look in his eyes. ]
I'm going to set your alarm clock. Why don't you get out of those clothes?
[ Movement was the only way to stave off unconsciousness, and Fraser forced his limbs to cooperate, jerking them in sharp movements that forced his blood to pump back into his extremities, his heart to work a little harder. It was resisting biological chemistry to fight through it, but Fraser was the king of resisting biological urges. He made it to the edge of the bed and fussed with Ray's alarm clock, then set it back on the nightstand and started going through the bedside cabinet, shooting a glance back across at Ray after barely a moment. ]
I've found your handcuff keys.
[ He produced them, dangling from the end of his little finger, then dropped them back into the drawer, shuffling through empty gum packets and the like. There was indeed a tube of lubricant, as expected, and Fraser palmed it before closing the drawer, returning to Ray's side with a stick of gum, which he waved in front of his partner's nose. ]
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[ Contented Mountie noises are us. His hands had at last relaxed in Ray's hair, not knotted nearly as tightly as before. As Ray sank down beside him, his right arm slithered lower, taking Ray's weight across it as his partner pressed in against his neck. His other still pawed gently at the long, gel free strands, letting the sensation of them tumbling through his fingers distract him from actual thinking.
Fraser was truly exhausted, but he knew he'd sleep the sleep of the dead if he let himself go, and they couldn't afford to lose the entire afternoon. Instead he lifted his head and tried to pay a little more attention to the world around him. He was lying in Ray's bed, staring at Ray's ceiling, surrounded by Ray's furniture. He hadn't come more than six steps into his apartment before, certainly hadn't moved through the door to invade his bedroom; he'd never been in this room, and he would have never have laid himself out on Ray's bed even if he had. It was an entirely new perspective to have, to be surrounded by everything that was Ray, and somehow feel like he belonged there too. He was a part of it now, a belonging of Ray's, a something just like the trinkets on the shelf.
That feeling made him very happy, very warm and happy and sleepy and--
His eyes had shut. He snapped them open again sharply and huffed as he heaved himself up onto one arm, bringing the other down to settle on Ray's ribcage. No more headpetting here. But he leant in and mouthed a wet kiss to the sandpaper of Ray's chin, and tried to get a better look in his eyes. ]
I'm going to set your alarm clock. Why don't you get out of those clothes?
[ Movement was the only way to stave off unconsciousness, and Fraser forced his limbs to cooperate, jerking them in sharp movements that forced his blood to pump back into his extremities, his heart to work a little harder. It was resisting biological chemistry to fight through it, but Fraser was the king of resisting biological urges. He made it to the edge of the bed and fussed with Ray's alarm clock, then set it back on the nightstand and started going through the bedside cabinet, shooting a glance back across at Ray after barely a moment. ]
I've found your handcuff keys.
[ He produced them, dangling from the end of his little finger, then dropped them back into the drawer, shuffling through empty gum packets and the like. There was indeed a tube of lubricant, as expected, and Fraser palmed it before closing the drawer, returning to Ray's side with a stick of gum, which he waved in front of his partner's nose. ]
For the taste.